Chapter 3 Only if You Are Prepared to Be Killed Can You Be Qualified to Wield a Knife (New Book, Monthly Ticket, Recommendation Ticket)

Squeak!

The words spoken by Yunchuan were blocked by a sharp and piercing sound before they reached his ears.

In the gradually shrinking pupils of the scarred sand ninja, the cold light broke through the rain curtain like a sword, leaving a track, and came straight towards him. The sound broke through the whistling of wind and rain, like the long sound of a horn.

"Damn it!"

While being shocked, the scarred sand ninja almost pulled the chakra thread connected to the puppet with his fingers out of the instinct of a ninja.

Kaka! Kaka! !

The hollow abdomen of the puppet opened instantly, and continuous high-frequency kunai and shuriken were thrown out, forming a large-scale indiscriminate attack.

In fear, he shot out all the hidden weapons stored at once.

"How many thousand books do you have, and how many times can you dodge... block?" Seeing this scene, the scarred sand ninja's mind moved, but he took a half step back, and he couldn't tell whether he was asking a question or asking himself.

At this moment, even if he didn't want to admit it, he had already retreated.

That kid was really weird.

He didn't dodge or approach with speed, but knocked down his hidden weapon from the front with a senbon.

It was like... using him to hone his senbon throwing skills...

He wasn't one of those pedantic and downtrodden samurai who didn't have the samurai belief of fighting to the end. When encountering an abnormal situation, he only needed to evacuate safely and report to the superiors after returning.

"What's more, the teacher should have discovered the abnormality and is rushing here..."

But when the scarred sand ninja had this thought in his mind.

Buzz! Buzz! !

From the perspective of Konan and Yahiko, they could only see Kumokawa leaping into the air, his figure almost turning into a shadow under the moonlight.

If his previous action was high-speed movement, it was now faster than before. With Yahiko and Konan's current dynamic vision, they could hardly catch his action of throwing a senbon.

They could only see the fireworks-like starlight blooming between the two of them several times.

Sharp against sharp, the clash of metals.

The fewer and smaller Senbons triggered a chain reaction in an instant.

A Senbon knocked down a kunai and broke into two pieces, but pierced through the other two kunai in a strange way, causing them to deviate from the trajectory originally shot at Kumokawa.

Sparks splashed down like rain, pouring down from midair to the ground, all dense and continuous, with sharp and piercing metal humming, stirring up large rain ripples.

The broken kunai and Senbons were stuck on the ground, and the smooth and sharp edges reflected the fear of the Sand Ninja.

"How is it possible?!"

The scarred Sand Ninja's first reaction was that he had met a guy from the Uchiha clan, and he subconsciously looked at Kumokawa's eyes to confirm his guess.

However, he did not see the expected scarlet color, nor even the original dark blue.

Only the cold and cold light reflecting the soft moonlight fell into his peripheral vision from below his side.

At this moment, he instantly realized something.

But he only had time to react, but not to take action.

Under the effect of "breath shielding", this is a knife that is more silent than a ghost.

With his reaction speed, he can no longer dodge.

Just one knife can cut off his head.

"This time, I caught you." And behind the scarred sand ninja, a hoarse voice also sounded.

In an instant, the fear of death occupied the brain and broke the string called reason.

The scarred ninja's face showed a crazy look, and there was only the beast in his eyes that was not like a human. The body that had lost the ability to think, instinctively moved towards Yunchuan.

In an instant, Yunchuan had already noticed his intention, and the original straight chop that cut off the head was changed from a horizontal chop to a large cassock, slashing diagonally from the shoulder to the crotch.

Seven Nights Assassination Technique·Flash Sheath·Prison of Prison Samon!

Crack! Crack!!

Blooming brilliant sparks, as beautiful as iron trees and silver flowers.

But what turned into stardust and fell was not sparks, but thick blood and pale bone fragments.

The dagger with many cracks in Yunchuan's hand was stuck in the chest of the scarred sand ninja, and blood continued to flow along his body.

"Ah!!"

After enduring this unimaginable pain, the scarred sand ninja wailed, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and his face was twisted and wrinkled.

However, he had realized that he was not facing a "ninja" who could be judged by common sense, but a ghost that had exceeded the concept of ordinary ninjas!

If he continued to imagine that he was not injured, the next knife to be cut would definitely be his head!

So, even though his brain was almost drowned by pain, he still tried to grab Yunchuan's knife with his left hand, and at the same time smashed his right elbow into Yunchuan's throat, as if he wanted to exchange injuries for injuries to fight for a glimmer of life.

At the same time, his fingers flexed and extended with a slight amplitude, and the chakra in his body poured out at this moment.

Crack! Crack!

Behind Yunchuan, the puppet, which had been motionless, had two pitch-black robes with chains as black as snakes extending from them.

There was a sawtooth-like blade on the chain that made a strange sound. It spun rapidly towards Yunchuan in a strange twisted posture that the human body could not do at all. The blade tore the air like a wheel.

If you were entangled by the chain blade, you would definitely be torn into pieces by the sawtooth.

Including Scarface Sand Ninja himself.

Unfortunately, facing the desperate fight of the trapped beast with tears and blood, Yunchuan responded with a smile.

"Dodged?" Yunchuan had a faint smile on his face that was as cold and pale as his skin color, and lowered his eyes and whispered, "This is also good."

At least, you won't die so easily.

Bang! !

Yunchuan held the handle of the knife with both hands, raised his foot and kicked him in the chin, thereby pulling out the short knife stuck in the bone.

Seven Nights Assassination Technique·Flee·Six Rabbits!

The chain blade that was as terrifying as thorns was dodged by Yunchuan in a treacherous posture, and he passed by the side of Scarface Sand Ninja with a knife.

The movements were totally unlike anything a human could do, and the dance that combined lethality and elegance in one body, exuded a suffocating and strange beauty.

This was the "Seven Nights Assassination Technique", which could accelerate while stationary and perform movements that ordinary people could not do at extremely high speeds.

Swish!

At this moment, a wind that was even more noisy than the night wind blew by.

The bright red blood slid down and soaked his face.

A red line gradually crawled across his face, cracking little by little, inch by inch, and stopped when it reached the cheekbone on the side of his face.

The flesh and blood that burst out overlapped with the ugly scar on his face, and the familiar pain spread inch by inch, finally awakening the pain that he had long abandoned in the depths of his memory.

"Impossible..."

The scarred Sand Ninja opened his mouth slightly, and a hoarse voice full of confusion, death and despair came out of his throat: "You are, that... the kid I killed..."

A few months ago, the war faction of the Rain Country, led by Hanzo of the Salamander, emerged and tried to drive Konoha and the Sand Village ninja out of the Rain Country through war, bringing true peace to the Rain Country.

At that time, he received the first A-level mission after becoming a Chunin.

The mission requirement is to assassinate the "family elders" in the Rain Country who secretly support the war faction such as Hanzo of the Salamander under the command and leadership of the leading jonin.

There are usually several "family elders". They are important ministers and staff who assist the daimyo, command samurai, and manage government affairs. They play the role of "big housekeeper" and adopt a collegial system to assist the daimyo in managing political, economic and military activities.

In order to ensure that the Rain Country continues to serve as a buffer zone and battlefield between the big countries as before, so as to reduce and avoid the impact and damage of the war on their own countries, Sand Village and Konoha tacitly joined forces with the Rain Country Lord and the War Party to assassinate the war party.

In that operation, he just followed to get the bounty and merit, but at the request of the teacher, he also killed all the family members of one of the "family elders".

If he remembered correctly, the "family elder" was named...

——"Musan".

"It seems that you remembered it."

Behind him came the voice of Yunchuan with a little regret, sighing: "If you remembered to finish the knife, maybe there would be no "me". "

When Yunchuan came to this world, he opened his eyes and saw a kunai and a face with a grin.

From the initial pain and resentment, to despair, nothingness, and dead silence.

Until in the intermediate state between death and survival, establish a connection with the root, understand the essence of "death", and then struggle to crawl back from hell to the world.

"If that's the case, maybe I should thank you?" Yunchuan said in a tone that was unclear whether it was teasing or joking.

Plop!

As he spoke, Yunchuan gently loosened his hands, and the dazed and frightened scarred Sand Ninja fell to the ground with his hands covering his chest by instinct.

"Ahem! Let me go... It's not that I want to..."

Blood was still flowing out of his mouth, but driven by the desire to survive, he struggled and crawled like a worm.

If a kind-hearted person saw this tragic scene, he would definitely feel sorry for him and watch him die in silence.

After all, he was just following orders, not...

"Ah!!"

Yunchuan stepped on his bloody back, causing him to howl like a dying animal.

Immediately, Yunchuan gently pushed with his toes, causing the Sand Ninja, who was originally lying on the ground with his back to him, to look up at him.

"..." Scarface Sand Ninja's gradually fading eyes met Kumokawa's eyes.

Those were a pair of deep blue eyes, reflecting the blood-red rain and fog, but there was no pity.

Gradually, the figure in Scarface Sand Ninja's eyes gradually overlapped with the short figure in his memory.

The boy fell in a pool of blood after scratching his face, and looked at him calmly like now, looking very focused and serious, as if he wanted to engrave his face in his mind forever...

"When we first met, your face was so ugly. Now you are about to die, so don't show this ugly posture anymore, right?"

Yunchuan looked down at him and chuckled softly, "In this last moment, keep looking at my face and remember my face."

"If the death of your soul can shine, maybe it can attract some 'things' like me?"

After saying that, he raised the short sword that was almost broken.

"Ahem!" Looking at the sword raised by the boy in the moonlight, the scarred Sand Ninja seemed to fall into a strange peace. He opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but could only cough out some blood and make a hoarse hissing sound.

The blood flowed to his feet along with the rain, flowing out winding gullies on the ground. The red rain mist and the two people looking at each other formed a brutal and weird painting.

Finally, the moment when the painting was frozen was when the short sword pierced his heart.

"I will wait for them to come and seek revenge on me."

Looking at the face that still held resentment, Yunchuan just whispered: "Only if you are prepared to be killed can you be qualified to swing the knife, right?"

Puff!

The head with a pierced brain rolled in a pool of blood, the moon's halo reflected in the eyes, and the sound echoed in the rain and fog for a long time.

Talking and arguing, Yuejianli Yunchuan would not make the same mistake as him.

……………………

Click.

I don't know how long it took.

Amid the howling of wind and rain, and the sound of wild dogs biting corpses, a footstep sounded a little abruptly.

Then, the wild dogs whimpered in pain, and after a crisp bone cracking sound, the rain curtain fell into silence again.

It was not until a woman's voice broke the silence.

"Duomu-kun..."

Two figures in raincoats, one tall and one short, stood side by side in the rain, and the most conspicuous thing was the dark red short hair in the raincoat.

Beside him was a woman with long brown hair and a concerned look on her face.

"Huh... I know."

The red-haired man's tone was cold, and the blood vessels in his temples were throbbing. He threw the dead wild dog in his hand aside, exhaled deeply, and said, "I hate this place more and more. Even the wild dogs dare to show their teeth to me..."

At his feet, a corpse that was bitten beyond recognition by wild dogs lay quietly in a pool of blood.

The corpse was full of deep marks that could be seen to the bone, and the pierced heart was clearly visible, and the wound was still gushing with dazzling blood.

The blood flowed like sticky magma, and the sticky red slowly spread and crawled around, just like a bucket of red paint was poured on it, and the surrounding ground was dyed red under the infiltration of rain.

There was a battle here, and the person who survived in the end was obviously not her husband's student...

"What a cruel guy."

The brown-haired woman took a deep breath, and the anger in her eyes almost turned into substance. Her low tone was full of anger: "The rain here is soaked with a bloody smell."

It felt like the blood turned into mist and rose to the sky.

It turned into dark red clouds and fell bright red rain.

As long as you breathe the air here, it seems as if you can smell the bloody smell of the blade breaking through the skin.

As long as you look at this scene, it seems as if you can see his wailing before death and the coldness of that guy swinging the knife.

It's like a traveler walking in the jungle, seeing the body of the prey bitten by the beast, and the body that has been eaten up in front of him.

Even if the predator has already eaten and left, the traveler will still be shocked by the lingering violence in the air.

"His brain was destroyed. He was a very cautious guy."

The red-haired man called "Duomu" squatted down and carefully examined the marks left on the body. He frowned unconsciously and said, "... and there are only scars caused by sharp weapons."

"Sharp weapons?" The brown-haired woman's eyes flickered and her expression was a little solemn. "Could it be Konoha White Fang?"

However, the relationship between the four major countries is already very tense. Although they are only testing each other within the territory of the Rain Country and have not invaded each other's borders, they have already deployed troops on the border.

She and her husband have not been home to see Scorpion for two months. White Fang should also be guarding the border like them. Why did he suddenly appear in the heart of the Rain Country?

"No, Saori, it can't be Hatake Sakumo."

Dame shook his head and whispered, "Although that bastard's Millennium Kill is disgusting, with his honor as a samurai family, he will never choose to massacre when facing a Chunin... nor does he need to massacre."

As he spoke, his figure disappeared beside the corpse, came to a place full of broken ninja tools, and looked up at the two corpses in the alley.

"A guy who is extremely proficient in assassination, ninja tool throwing and swordsmanship." Although most of the traces at the scene had been washed away by rain, he still roughly judged the enemy's ability.

It looks more like those wild ninjas from the Hidden Rain Village. They are best at some messy assassination techniques and moves, and sometimes they can show some unexpected ninjutsu and talents.

Just when he instantly appeared in the alley and was about to check the corpse.

Squeak!

The barely perceptible sound was detected by many eyes, and the pupils shrank instantly.

The next moment.

Boom! !

The explosion of several detonating talismans resounded through the quiet rainy night, and the flesh and blood of corpses scattered and splashed like rain under the impact!

At the same time, in the street corners and alleys a few kilometers away.

Feeling the weak vibration under his feet, Yunchuan stopped, looked at the smoke rising in the distance, and smiled: "I hope you will like my gift."

"I also hope that you will not die in the hands of White Fang before you find me."